Critical Condition

The bright lights of the infirmary pierced through my hazy vision as Hange rushed me through the doors, my body limp in his arms. He swiftly placed me on a medical bed, the cold surface a stark contrast to the warmth of his body. The medical team, led by Dr. Kyuin, quickly swarmed around us, their faces etched with concern. Hange stepped back, his eyes locked on mine, and for a moment, I thought I saw a glimmer of despair. But he quickly composed himself, his expression resolute as he turned to the medical team. "Prepare everything," he said, his voice firm and commanding. "The patient is in critical condition. The patient can no longer breathe on their own." Dr. Kyuin nodded, her eyes scanning my body. "We'll do everything we can, Hange. But we need to act fast." She turned to her team, barking orders as they scrambled to prepare the necessary equipment. Hange's gaze never left mine, his eyes filled with a deep sadness. He reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair from my face, his touch sending a shiver down my spine. I wanted to respond, to reassure him that I was okay, but my body refused to cooperate. The medical team worked swiftly, attaching me to a ventilator and inserting various tubes and wires into my body. The beeping of the machines and the soft whirring of the ventilator created a cacophony of sounds that filled the room. As the medical team worked to stabilize me, Hange's face remained etched in my mind. His eyes, red-rimmed from lack of sleep and worry, seemed to hold a deep-seated fear. Fear of losing me. The doctor's voice cut through my thoughts, her words directed at Hange. "We need to perform emergency surgery to repair the damage to her spinal cord. We'll do everything we can to restore her motor functions, but...there's a chance it may not be possible." Hange's expression turned grim, his jaw clenched in determination. "Do it," he said, his voice low and resolute. "I'll do whatever it takes to save her." The medical team nodded, their faces set with determination. As they prepared to take me into surgery, I could feel Hange's hand grasp mine, his fingers intertwining with mine in a gentle but firm grip. "Hold on," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "I'm not going to let you go." The machines surrounding me beeped and whirred, a symphony of sounds that seemed to grow fainter as I was wheeled away to the operating room. Hange's face remained etched in my mind, his eyes filled with a deep love and determination. As the anesthesia took hold, I could only hope that Hange's love and determination would be enough to save me.